Hello! I don’t think anyone needs me to explain my lack of posting but I know it’s been about 2 weeks since I’ve posted any recs, I’ve been in a funk and have been really struggling to read and write posts right now. I just need a little more time to get back in the groove ❤️

More Good Omens stuff 🗡️ 🐍

"Throughout his previous sexual interactions, Aziraphale had constantly sensed that he was taking up too much space, and that his partners, even if they appeared to behave neutrally to the thick sturdiness and the soft roundness of his figure, wished there was a little less of him to handle. As the pads of Crowley's fingers made possessive divots into the flesh of Aziraphale's thigh, it only further dawned on Aziraphale that Crowley relished the exact amount of him that existed at the present time." - I'm Beginning to See the Light, Chapter 3

for Sam (aka @ineffabildaddy) from @voluptatiscausa and I, because we love you! Thank you for forever feeding us with deeply transgender and vividly pornographic treats!

>>Full NSFW 18+ version on AO3 <<

This fic not only changed my life in the best way because it is how I was introduced to my bestie, but also it rearranged my brain chemistry in how I saw my body and how I felt I could be and deserved to be loved. The way intimacy and desire and respect are handled in this story is everything to me, and of course it is just searingly, eye-wateringly hot. It is a must-read! I was SO happy when Vol approached me with a request for a gift work for it!

>>Read 'I'm Beginning to See the Light ' on AO3<<

Want more rich and sumptuous Good Omens fanfiction that feels like entering a horny baroque oil painting? Check out the delicious back catalog of ineffabildaddy and voluptatiscausa on AO3, I promise you won't be disappointed!

Many people believes, that Aziraphale took the famous photo from '41 with him to Heaven. Actually, this is the one he has. He keeps it in his breast pocket ever since it was took...

you're a mirror i cannot avoid

south downs crowley pov ficlet for @voluptatiscausa, inspired by this! explicit content incoming!

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I realised something, when we moved here. Discovered something new about you, just when I thought I had nothing more to learn. I made an observation, now that we have a medicine cupboard above the sink in the bathroom, its outer panels silver and shining and reflecting the room just as it appears.

You'd never owned a mirror before.

Not to my knowledge. The bookshop didn't have one, nor did your previous dwellings. If we fed the ducks at St. James's Park, you never gave the water's surface more than a glance. You always loved to pause before shop windows, to admire the Savile Row tailors and the Greenwich Market goods, yet you never stopped quite long enough to catch the sight of your face gazing back at you. Instead, you either ducked into the shop without further ado, or bustled on by.

There's nowhere to duck into now, angel, nowhere to bustle towards. You have nothing to acquire but more moments of me, nowhere to be but where we are.

Maybe that's why I see you looking in that bathroom mirror, sometimes. After all, we are country men, now; there is nothing to do here but sit with oneself, nothing to understand but the intricacies of one's own likeness. I can see you trying, as you always have, to grapple with the meat and bones of yourself. Only now, the worry with which you once attempted to reconcile your self-impression with the cold fist of Heaven has flown, like a restless bird whose mother feared it would fall from the nest, soaring high into the cotton tuft of the springtime clouds in adolescent rebellion.

I like watching you look at yourself. Sometimes, when I see you standing still before the bathroom sink, I slink up from behind you, so you can see me coming.

(You always see me coming, angel. Every time. Even when you greet me, as a French prisoner greets his lawless rescuer, with breath-hitched surprise.)

When I've reached you, I splay one hand out on the broad plane of your shoulder, brush idle fingers against the tense of your thigh. I feel you relax beneath me, my nose buried in your shell-pink cheek, watching you drink this new sight in out of the corner of my eye.

You enjoy this, seeing us together. Not still and unchanging like a photograph, but moving, fluid, alive. Once, I even joked that we should acquire a larger mirror, so you could see the look on my face next time you took me on all fours. You chuckled, and asked me would I get lunch started, because you were off out - you had errands to run in the village.

You took the Bentley, came back with a full-length 'looking glass', as you called it. Used a miracle to get it in the car, used a miracle to get it out again, lost the patience to manoeuvre it up to the bedroom. You unpacked it from its box downstairs while I dished up lunch, tugged me up from my seat and backed me into the drawing room once you had eaten your fill.

You pulled our hips together and gripped my jaw to tip my chin up, to bare my neck for you. I felt the surface of your skin whisper a pearl-white wisp of relief when I pressed the pads of my fingers to your bare forearms, just below your rolled-up sleeves. You sunk your teeth into the flush of my throat, the side of your thumb stroking my collarbone, and my core pulsed, my knees wobbled. You smiled wide against my skin.

I begged for you, of course. It's a practice I maintain, though you never deprive me. It reminds us both of the old days, when we met only under cover of darkness and you handled my cunt like it was a cradled secret.

You had me on my hands and knees, pushing back against the upward curve of your length, in no time. You've always been impatient, angel. You barely mustered the composure required to take me by the waist and angle me just right before the mirror, so hurried was your need to feel my hilt flex on the fat tip of your dick.

(I reckon I know why you're partial to having me this way. Even resting my weight on my elbows, I find it a strain to cover my mouth. You can feel what you do to me when you fill me, from the trembling in my thighs and the sheen of sweat coating the small of my back, where you reach to pin my wrists behind me once I surrender my hands to you and collapse my weight onto my shoulders. Still, you like to hear me, though my whimpers emerge twisted and warped from my mouth, my cheek crushed against the soft carpet.)

It was hard to make out where your gaze was focused, from that angle, but when I did look in the mirror as you fucked me slow and deep, I registered that your eyes were fixed upon yourself. Not with vanity, no - pure pride, as the lower curve of your gut rested on my ass, and the strength of your spine helped you hold me steady with one lengthened arm.

You were seeing yourself as you truly were, as you have always been, though you may not have known it till we arrived in the countryside; my guardian, my protector, my one true equal. Your eyes flickered down towards mine, and though my lids were drooping in languid ecstasy, I knew you saw it all within them; every kindness you allowed me to offer you over the years, every truth you internalised when I expressed it over the millennia.

You saw me, and I saw you, and together, we saw something different in each other, something entirely new; that you were no longer yourself, and I was no longer myself. We were no longer small, separate stars, but one bursting supernova, in which neither of us knew where you ended and where I began. We were changed, in a word, we were home, for the very first time, all our wildest hopes fulfilled.

There's a looking glass in every room, now, each one a different size and shape to the next. New ways of looking, new ways of seeing, abound.

I want to go and feed the ducks again. I want to watch you look in the pond, properly this time.

I want to behold what you will find there.

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thank you so so much for reading!! comments and reblogs are always always appreciated💙 also available to read on ao3 here:

your heart in the world, and a world there within

A gift ficlet of soft South Downs thirst for @ineffabildaddy <3

What do you see when you look at me? It’s a silly question, possibly. A vain one, almost certainly. I know that you find beauty in me. In my body. I find beauty in it too. I find beauty in the strength of my shoulders and thighs, in the softness that wraps it all up. I like the way it feels to move in this body, to keep it nourished and warm. I find beauty in the way my body responds to yours. The way my heart beats and my skin sighs for your touch and sings when it’s granted. I’ve never been able to properly explain what it feels like when you touch me, love. You have a sort of control over this body that I couldn’t gainsay, even if I wanted to. You’ve never kissed my neck without causing my eyelids to flutter shut, without my eyes rolling back in my head. You’ve never kissed my lips without causing them to part, eager for your tongue, for your taste.  Darling, when you slide your long, lovely fingers over this body, it melts for you. It forms itself for your touch, and that’s as it should be, because my soul has done the same. Has surrendered all its defences, has given you every key. When you enter a room, everything seems brighter to my vision, softer to my touch, kinder to my ears. When you hold me, my heart beat slows and my mind is quiet. But I think what I love most is what my body can do for yours. The press of my hips into yours makes your knees a little weak, and so I hold you closer, hold you up, take your weight. I used to be a guardian, I’m a guardian still. Of you, of your happiness and safety. Of your freedom.  I love the way my tongue can make you wail into the hand you use to cover your mouth, as though there’s anyone around but me to hear. I don’t mind, I can feel it anyway, what I’m doing to you. I can taste it, and what is my tongue for if not to taste your pleasure?  My hands can pin your wrists, can grip your jaw, can caress your neck, until you’re begging for me.  So, yes, I find beauty in my body. But what, my love, do you see? There is one mirror in our home, above the sink in the bathroom. Sometimes I look into it and think that I never really saw myself until we came here to build this life together. Do I look different to you as well? You look different to me. I used to look at you and see—oh, darling. I used to look at you and see a temptation. I used to look at you and see something I could never hope to have for my own, because I lacked your courage in consistency. In constancy.  Then one day I looked at you and I understood that you are my courage. That I could face any battle, if it was for you. Not for you as my reward, you understand. For you, meaning to stand beside you, to prove to you whose side I am on. And now I look at you and I see everything. I see the whole of our history together, I see every argument and every shared bottle. Every kindness you placed in my path over which I would inevitably stumble. Every clumsy attempt at reciprocation, every flinch away from the truth. I look at you, asleep in our bed, and I see the whole of our future together. It’s still so new, this certainty. The certainty of safety, the knowledge that you welcome my touch, that you crave it as I do yours. Do you see it too? Do you see it in my eyes, the way this love has changed me? The way that accepting this love has changed me? I hope you do. I hope you look at me and you see the marks your love has laid on me, the joy of it in the upturn of my lips, the strength that it has pressed into my spine. I hope you look at me and think, I have made him mine, as I am his. I hope you look at me and think, here, now, is my home.

(It's on ao3 as well!)

This week, let's talk about what brought us all here in the first place: Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman.

Did you read the book before or after watching the show:

How much do you enjoy the book? Do you like it more/less/equal to the show:

What is your favorite thing about the book:

Did anything in the book not age well for you: 

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There’s been an update to one of my favorite fics! Make sure to check it out!! This is such a safe, affirming, and erotic update to this universe. It is tender and loving, and it makes me feel so much more at home in my body.

My original post on this story is here

I'm Beginning to See the Light - part 4 by ineffabildaddy, with art by @omens-for-ophelia

"Don't tell me you actually need help finding the staples..." Crowley groaned, cocking his head to one side. "Sullying the temple of Make-out Corner with your genuine work-related demands." He shook his head. "Well, I s'pose I can make the best of it. They're on the top shelf, so at least I'm in for a good view." Crowley punctuated his sentence with a heavy pat - or rather, a gentle smack - on Aziraphale's ass.

"Please refrain from calling the stationery cupboard 'Make-out Corner'."

"When you stop pulling me in here on a near-daily basis to snog my face off, then maybe."

Or: Three months on from the office Christmas party, Aziraphale makes strides in addressing his bottom dysphoria with Crowley's help, and Crowley earns quite a treat in the process.

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Good Omens Fic Rec: The Larger Hope

It's unfair. A joke of the universe, Crowley thinks, to make him the biggest bottom in the London area with a huge dollop of size queen to boot and then to turn around and give him eight inches of useless dick between his legs.

Length: 8,838 words

AO3 Rating: / Spice Level 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Best for: After Dark, Comedy, Human AU

Triggers: None, STD Mention

Read it here, fic by NaroMoreau, summerofspock

*Minor Spoilers* This one had me howling!! Not only is is shockingly sexy, it's super funny and an absolute blast.

Crowley here has a problem. All this poor dear wants is to get dicked down, but when his dates see his dick they all suddenly want him to top. His best friend Aziraphale certainly isn't helping matters! All he does is listen to Crowley vent, and didn't take a blurry drunken dick pick as a love confession. How terrible! It's such a silly setup and one that I absolutely loved. Their dialogue was a blast and the writing style is excellent. It's comedy, but also clever and well written. And the porn is porning. Seriously, it's the best kind of graphic that never feels cringey.

This is not one you can get away with in public, this is best read from the comfort of your own bed. Have fun with this one ya'll!!

Read it here, fic by NaroMoreau, summerofspock

Good Omens Fic Rec: Man to Man and because thinking makes it so

Man to Man 61,517 words Crowley is the token twink in a corporate office, with a growing fascination with one of his colleagues. After a month of stewing in his horny stupor, he crosses paths with his dream man at an office party, striking up a conversation with the help of liquid courage. There is only one obstacle: based on his past history, the beautiful blond angel is presumed to be straight… or is he? because thinking makes it so 41,398 words It's supposed to be an exchange. An arrangement. Something to make them both feel better and less lonely. But Crowley's never had the brightest ideas.

Length: 61,517 words / 41,398 words

AO3 Rating: Explicit / Spice Level 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Best for: After Dark, Human AU

Triggers: None

Read Man to Man here, fic by leukozyna

Read because thinking makes it so here, fic by NaroMoreau, summerofspock

*Minor Spoilers* So, I don’t know how I feel about making this a double rec, but I feel like these deserve to be read together! Both fics take inspiration from the same Twitter thread and I am obsessed with how each took this prompt and made it their own. If you're going to read one, I really want you to read the other, so double post here we are! To briefly summarize, both start with Crowley (the self-appointed office twink) coming onto Aziraphale (the shy, self-conscious divorcee) at their office holiday party and starting a (super casual, totally won't lead into anything) sexual relationship.

Let's start with Man to Man. This Crowley has had a crush on Aziraphale for ages, and his proposition is a reckless slip of the tongue. I love Aziraphale's wit in this, his comebacks and jokes are so funny and perfectly capture his campy bitchiness. Their relationship is so realistic in a way that I swooned over. I love when sex isn't immediately magical and perfect. It's sloppy and not great at the start, but Aziraphale has a wonderful and patient teacher. This story really celebrates the slow domesticity of a new relationship. Finding out what each other likes and cares about, bringing them into your life, waking up together for the first time. It's all very lovely, but it's got quite a naughty side too! Their sex life is very steamy, and like I said, I loved the learning how to please each other aspect of it as well.

Now, because thinking makes it so, this one takes them down a slightly different road. Here, Aziraphale has a kid! He has an amicable relationship with his ex, and often has his son Adam. But what he misses is sex. Well, Crowley can certainly help in that aspect! This fic is the slightly more explicit one. Aziraphale is more sexually skilled in this fic, but he is still has a lot to learn about the pleasure of having gay sex. Especially when you've never stopped to consider your own sexuality. This one has some excellent plot points with Crowley being introduced to Adam, and how you can imagine them becoming a little family together. I'll always have a soft spot in my heart for single dad stories. This one also gives us a little more angst with their relationship, things aren't always perfectly smooth with them, but don't worry we'll get our happy (and steamy) ending.

I loved both of these fics equally, and I really hope you take my suggestion to read both of them! They are both so well written, each are lighthearted, and maddingly sexy. The way each of them interpreted the same idea is so fascinating to me, truly both outstanding stories! After dark reads for both, of course.

Read Man to Man here, fic by leukozyna

Read because thinking makes it so here, fic by NaroMoreau, summerofspock

TRANS HUMAN AUs: Below you can find a list of Good Omens human AUs featuring trans characters.

[Requested by anon. You can request more fic recs here.] it’s okay, maybe not forever but we got today by astheworldcomestoanend (G, 1k) Aziraphale’s parents are fighting again, so he goes over to Crowley’s house to spend the night with him. Crowley is more than happy to bring his angel in and make sure he’s okay.

Win Condition by ineffablefool (G, 1k) Human AU. Aziraphale and Crowley's junior high school sets up a really weird school-wide Valentine's Day game that they're both kind of side-eying for different reasons. Talking about it over lunch gives them both the chance to confess something, though!

Belonging by LittleQueerdo (T, 2k) Crowley is woken by a librarian on a mission.

style, flair, and a head of red hair – she’s the nanny?! by lineslines (G, 5k) She takes a step into the light, a vision of red and black, of scant fabric and edges, seizes him in her gaze, which he realizes is almost as fiery as her hair, and drags it up and down his form, once, before she grins. “Oh angel, let me guess, you probably think tartan is stylish?” “Tartan is stylish,” Aziraphale automatically protests, before his brain slowly catches up with his mouth. And his eyes. “Oh, how impolite of me! Please do come in. You must be drenched.” (Crowley just lost her job selling cosmetics to bored rich housewives. Aziraphale is a bored rich bastard in want of a nanny for the neighbor kid he has to babysit. It's a right place, right time situation. Right people, too.)

The Art of Human Nature by IneffableDoll (T, 6k) Crowley is a painter who has only ever had an eye for nature. That is, until a client named Aziraphale commissions her for a painting to boost her self-confidence, and Crowley discovers that her client is as beautiful as the Earth itself. Then she goes and catches feelings, because she’s a disaster. The Colour of Hope and Sin by TawnyOwl95 (E, 7k) Crowley has never felt so pretty. Tonight he can do anything. Having Aziraphale Eastgate, the best defender that St. Beryl's School football team had ever seen, cross Crowley's path again is a chance to test that theory. And maybe they can both work out some latent teenage angst at the same time? A Stable Relationship by MirjamOmens (E, 9k) Crowley used to be one of the best eventing riders of the UK. After one unfortunate fall that crushed his leg, he ends his career and starts coaching other promising athletes. Aziraphale is a riding instructor, handling the school ponies and teaching the beginners. For the past six months they have found themselves in a sort of arrangement. It’s just friendship… and sex, whenever their schedules happen to align. It's nothing more than that, right?

Every Part of Me by foolishlovers (T, 10k) Heartthrob rockstar Antonia Harmonia, better known as Anthony J. Crowley offstage, has safeguarded his singing career from his best friend and long-term crush, Aziraphale, for nearly two decades. But when Aziraphale stumbles upon Crowley’s secret at one of his concerts, Crowley is suddenly confronted with unexpected consequences. Could the best of both worlds be within his reach? A Hannah Montana AU. I'm Beginning to See the Light by ineffabildaddy (E, 15k) There was Crowley - the paragon of cool, the overlord of apathy, breezing easily through each and every one of their exchanges and giving no fucks while doing so; then there was the anachronistic, cloying Aziraphale, trying and failing not to live life like a Thomas Hardy protagonist, and giving many fucks indeed. Or: Aziraphale has quite the pash on his colleague Crowley, who seems resolutely disinterested in him. As their annual Christmas party progresses, it appears that Crowley may not be as disinterested as Aziraphale first thought.

Fifteen Years of Heartache by mondlichtmaus (T, 20k) Crowley was roused from his nap by the sound of somebody opening the door. He didn't move. Maybe they would go away. "Excuse me?" someone called. They weren't going away. Crowley rose, lifting his head to squint at the intruder. A broad figure, silhouetted by the light of the hallway. He couldn't make out his face, eyes still bleary from sleep. Just a halo of light framing his head. "What?" Crowley grumbled. There was a moment of silence, then the intruder spoke again. "Anthony?" They're teachers. They're in love. They're oblivious.

Just Up the Stairs by foolishlovers, ineffabildaddy, omens_for_ophelia (E, 39k) On Valentine's Day, amidst the chaos of handling work and university deadlines as a mature student, Crowley seeks solace with his neighbour Aziraphale. As they share a meal, their long-standing friendship begins to unravel, revealing hidden feelings they've harboured for six months. It's a night that could change everything. Black and White Sunshine by Azira_Amane (E, 58k) "The cotton capital. The Second Summer of Love, the Haçienda. Irwell, Medlock, Irk and Mersey. Elizabeth Gaskell wrote her novels in a lovely little house. Oh. There’s so much to know…" Aziraphale East is, by his own account, a bit of an odd duck - and he's okay with that. He's always been happy in his own skin, in having been a confirmed bachelor his whole life. Everything changes on a work trip from London to Manchester, where he meets the vivacious and stunningly attractive Anthony Crowley. Like the splitting of the atom, Aziraphale is divided - and begins to wonder if it's not too late for love after all. Age, as they say, is but a number.

Tales of Turning Pages by foolishlovers (E, 73k) Every Tuesday, aspiring romance novelist Anthony J. Crowley pays a visit to his local library and the charming angel working there. Every Tuesday, Aziraphale Fell finds himself more and more intrigued by the curious stranger who turns his orderly life as a small-town librarian upside down.

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Just Up the Stairs by ineffabildaddy, foolishlovers, omens_for_ophelia (E) (6/6)

On Valentine's Day, amidst the chaos of handling work and university deadlines as a mature student, Crowley seeks solace with his neighbour Aziraphale. As they share a meal, their long-standing friendship begins to unravel, revealing hidden feelings they've harboured for six months. It's a night that could change everything.

Good Omens Fic Rec: Just Up the Stairs

On Valentine's Day, amidst the chaos of handling work and university deadlines as a mature student, Crowley seeks solace with his neighbour Aziraphale. As they share a meal, their long-standing friendship begins to unravel, revealing hidden feelings they've harboured for six months. It's a night that could change everything.

Length: 39,147 words

AO3 Rating: Explicit / Spice Level 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Best for: Mostly Safe in Public, After Dark, Human AU, Romance, Fluff

Triggers: None

Read it here, fic by foolishlovers, ineffabildaddy, omens_for_ophelia

*Minor Spoilers* Today is Trans Visibility Day, and so I have finally gone back to a story that I have been meaning to reread for a while now! This is a beautiful, sweet, and tender romance story written by two writers and one incredibly talented artist who all have done so much to bring affirming and celebratory trans depictions to the Good Omens fandom.

In this story, Crowley and Aziraphale are neighbors. Crowley is trans and an older student trying to finish his Architecture degree, and Aziraphale dreams of owning his own bookshop one day. The pair meet for weekly grocery shopping trips, where a shy friendship starts, and they bond over music together. As a side tangent, the use of music in this story remains one of my favorite parts. I just love human stories that let Aziraphale be a little modern. Their music selections were great, and I loved the atmosphere and intimacy it let them develop. Sharing music with a love interest just does something to my heart!! Anyway, these two have been shyly circling each other for months, but fate has something planned for them this year's Valentine's Day.

Warm and unabashedly romantic, this first date of theirs is sprinkled with moments of comedic interruptions. I love the cast of characters as their other neighbors, and the adorable Harry the rabbit. Anathema was particularly fun. These asides draw out their night, making sure that they keep spending it in each other's company but also gives them time to reminisce on their past encounters. This story is so full of promise and charm; they are going to have such a loving future together. It's the perfect Valentine's fantasy.

Most of this story is safe in public, however, the last chapter is not! That one you'll want to save until you can savor it. It's the gorgeous lovemaking between two people who have really grown to know each other in the deepest ways possible. This is such a great story!! It effortlessly flows between writers, and the art included made my heart pitter-patter every time. Especially the nsfw one at the end, that had me full on blushing over here! Settle in with your coziest slippers for this lovely story.

Read it here, fic by foolishlovers, ineffabildaddy, omens_for_ophelia

It was so nice to come back to this universe!! You can check out my original post about this story here, and if you haven’t read the new updates check them out!!!!

Now complete!

Simmer (The Long-Awaited Reply to a Lingering Kiss) by LemonTart

Rated E, 52k words, human AU, friends to lovers, food and drink, complicated relationships, romance, finding love midlife

Aziraphale Fell is an accomplished food writer and book collector who leads a quiet life. Anthony Crowley, owner of the Grand Duke Distillery, has a wild reputation that’s more fiction than fact. As former culinary school classmates, they share a love of food and drink — and a history of a long ago, lingering kiss. Years later, their friendship simmers into a heated affair that might just lead to true love — if they can overcome their own doubts.

Read it on AO3

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Our fandom ecosystem relies on the amazing writers, artists, gif makers, playlist creators, meme queens, and meta detectives who keep us engaged. So this week, let's talk about the life blood of fandom: Fanworks.

What kind of fanworks do you create? What styles and themes do you like to explore: 

Which of your works are you most proud of? Tell us why and link to work if possible:

What is it about Good Omens motivated you to start creating: 

How do you find inspiration for your fan works:

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